"Embers of Red Origin?" Aurelian exhaled sharply, his eyes scanning the notification blinking in front of him. Crystals that could permanently increase one's base stats? That was rare. He had yet to see such a treasure, but given its properties, it had to be damned valuable.
There was no restriction stating they were only viable for E-rank beings. If they ever left the dungeon, he was certain countless people would pay astronomical amounts to get their hands on them.
"Amazing," he breathed, questions flooding his mind. Was this how the Golden-Tusk had developed its sentience—by eating these rocks? How had they affected it? The description warned of corruption in their raw form, requiring skilled alchemists to transmute them.
